October 21, 2023
It's getting cooler. At least a little bit.
Meanwhile. . .
Local Rumor Control Out of Control
Took this photo yesterday at the top of Morningstar looking back at the Seven Sisters. See that mammoth mansion to the right of the saguaro, towards the top of the ridge? The neighborhood rumor is that a 78-year-old single guy built it and one of my favorite, good looking neighbors (she's been widowed five times) is threatening to take him a pie.
Here's a better view, straight on:
Looks like it's at least 10,000 square feet.
Meanwhile, down in Sonora. . .
Daily Whip Out: "A Change of Plans"
From a photograph Lynda Sanchez sent me recently. I dig this big, old-school guy jerking his mula around. If you ask me, the old vaqueros like this used to have a superior, muy magnifico style and at some point it went away or, it got taken away. Some of my history amigos think it's because the Mexican revolution was so deadly (estimates are that 1.5 million people were killed in the fighting) and that the old, macho styles associated with the carnage evoked too much pain. Not sure I completely buy that, but a sea change happened in terms of the Indio-vaquero styles that were created in Mexico, not Spain, and that is sad to consider, at least to me.
I know that Mexico has the Charro culture replete with the Carreadas, or Mexican rodeo, but it is a pale shadow of the original vaquero look.
(where did this wonderful style go?)
Shortly after I scanned this I heard a screech and looked out my studio window to see this percher on my back door viga.
at Uno in the back yard
Uno ignored him and went about his business (literally doing his business). If I didn't know better, I think the hawk was scolding Uno for being so gross. "Clean it up, Dude. Clean it up! Gross!"
"Only time can heal what reason cannot."